Coming Home

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lyrics

Route 45 heads up northward from here
Got more miles ahead than I carry in years
I’ll cry out to Mary, see if she’s still a saint
But nothing awaits me, ‘cause it’s nothing I’ve made
Lord, it’s nothing I’ve made

I got holes in my shoes and dirt on my knees
And nobody’s looking to break bread with me
Every road I take leads me back here
Where the angels, they watching, but the devil is near
Lord, the devil is near

Please wait for me!
I’ll make my way on down that road, but I’m not coming home
Tell the saints, tell the sinners, tell my Mary, I ain’t coming home

Mary, O Graceful, won’t you pray loud and clear
Carry us sinners as death draws us near

credits

from Home,
released January 3, 2015
Written by: Adam and Adam
Performed by Crazy Old Maurice